The Rumpus launched its new reading series in San Francisco earlier this week at the Make Out Room (I'll be reading at the one in August). The night was amazing: music by Thao Nguyen, who is not only talented but gorgeous; readings by Andrew Sean Greer and Peter Orner, among others, and was hosted by Rumpus editor Stephen Elliott (the guy sure knows how to throw a party).
The highlight may have been an animated short film called "Chonto" from Wholphin DVD, in which an aging "rock star" reflects back on his experience of befriending a monkey. It was beyond hysterical. Why do I think amphetamine induced bloody noses are so god damn funny?
